Likeness - eleventyseven

Gifted you the brush that\nPainted over all of you\nI know what it’s like to wake up one day\nIn a skin too bitter to use\nI train myself to hold my ground\nWhen I want to be holding you\nIf all my dreams left me for my friends\nThen I’d quit having them too\nHow long can we both stand still\nPretending the ice ain’t breakin'?\nCan we make it?\nCan we make it back to Spring this time around?\nWish you had the real thing\nInstead of something in my likeness\nCan we make it?\nCan we make it back to Spring this time around?\nIf I was a better man\nI never would have begged you to\nPawn away another piece of yourself\nWith every «I love you too»\nI find new ways to hate myself\nCause I swear I never knew\nThe roots I grew that held me down\nWere somehow strangling you\nHow long can we both stand still\nPretending the ice ain’t breakin'?\nCan we make it?\nCan we make it back to Spring this time around?\nWish you had the real thing\nInstead of something in my likeness\nCan we make it?\nCan we make it back to Spring this time around?\nI can taste the waste of every future\nThat might have been\nI’d rather have you locked in ice\nThan roll this dice again\nHow long can we both stand still\nPretending the ice ain’t breakin'?\nCan we make it?\nCan we make it back to Spring this time around?\nWish you had the real thing\nInstead of something in my likeness\nCan we make it?\nCan we make it back to Spring this time around?